Roman had his fair share of troubles for that night, one of them being the little argument that was shared between you and him earlier that day. But ofcourse he wouldn't let himself get tangled with such unnecessary pressure for long. He had plenty more work to keep him occupied. Roman typed the last sentence of the memo he was meant to submit to a shareholder later on but was soon interrupted by the door of his home office clicking open. There stood a sulky lover. "I thought you'd be at the pent house.." He inquired curtly, his expression aloof while his gaze remained on the laptop screen-